My friends, we come to the end. This last chapter was both difficult, but also, bittersweet to write. I've loved being on this journey of writing this fanfiction and I'm glad that so many of you guys have come to like it. So, for the last time in this fanfiction; I don't own Teen Wolf, or its plot, just my OC's.
Sawyer felt like she was being suffocated as she sat in the back of Stiles' car. Jackson was sat beside her, a look between terror and panic etched onto his face. Stiles was in the front, driving, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. And then there was Peter. Peter. Who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, a smug look on his face. He seemed to be completely calm and acting as if all of their fear brought him joy.
Sawyer fought the urge to snort. It probably did, knowing him.
She did her best not to think of Lydia. She hoped that someone had noticed she had gone missing by now and went looking for her. She hoped that she hadn't lost too much blood and hadn't been too injured by Peter. God, she hoped Lydia didn't blame her for any of this. It was one thing to lose a friend, but to lose Lydia? Sawyer shook her head, that was something that she couldn't afford to think about.
"Where are we even going?" Jackson asked, his voice trying to shield his panic. Although Sawyer could still smell that faint hint of alcohol on him, he seemed completely sobered up now.
"Take a left up here," Peter said causally as he pointed to the parking garage. "I have some equipment that can help can help us track Scott's phone."
Stiles scoffed, "Of course you do." He paused, "What are you planning on doing once you find Derek?"
Peter turned towards Stiles and gave him a playful glare, "Now, why would I tell you that?"
Stiles shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe, because I want to know whether or not I'm going to be an accomplice to murder." He said sarcastically.
"Please, Stiles, as if I would ever want your help when it comes to trying to murder Derek." He then pointed to a grey car, "That one, up ahead."
Stiles dutifully pulled into a spot near the car and parked. Peter got out of the car with such ease that it almost brought a shiver to Sawyer. "Stiles, you're with me. Sawyer, Jackson, stay in the car." He pointed to the two of them. And although his tone was playful Sawyer could see the threatening meaning behind his tone. Sawyer knew then, that she and Jackson and Stiles, would not be able to push Peter's patience any longer.
She bit the inside of her lip when she caught the stench of death that was raiding from the trunk of the car Peter and Stiles were now at. She swallowed; Sawyer didn't even want to know, or guess, whose dead body was in the back of the car.
"Alright," Jackson whispered harshly as he maneuvered his head a little closer to her, "Truth time, do you know where Derek is?"
"No." She whispered back, and it was at this time that she wished Jackson didn't have super-hearing like her. It was less of a risk for Peter to hear them while he was distracted with Stiles. When she felt Jackson's glare on her, Sawyer sighed, "I don't know where he is right now."
"But?" Jackson asked egging her on.
Sawyer shook her head in defeat. It was better that he knew about this rather than not, "But I know where he's going to be."
"Please, Sawyer, for the love of God, tell me that he has a plan," Jackson asked with a mixture of distress and apprehension. He closed his eyes tightly and was trying to make it seem like he wasn't looking at her.
"He does." She admitted though she didn't sound confident about it. Something that Jackson took notice of. The jock raised a dirty blonde eyebrow at the seat in front of him, but she could tell that he was dying to look at her. "It's been the same plan from the beginning."
Jackson then snorted, loudly, and Sawyer watched as Peter tilted his head to the side, trying to listen to what they were saying. Warning Jackson, Sawyer placed a hand on his thigh and gripped it, hard. She saw his face morph into something of pain, and with her eyes, she tried to communicate that it was no longer safe to talk.
"I want you to know, that just because we went through all these traumatizing events together, it doesn't mean we're friends." He mumbled changing the subject.
Sawyer rolled her eyes, "Good," She mumbled back, "Because every time I talk to you, I think I lose two brain cells."
"Can't lose what you never had."
She was about to retort back when they heard a trunk slam shut. Sawyer looked away from Jackson to see that Stiles and Peter were making their way back from the other car. She swallowed harshly and when Peter caught her eye, she turned her head quickly, staring at the headrest of the driver's seat car. Wherever Derek was, she really hopes that his plan is full proof because it looks like Stiles and Peter had just found him.
Jackson gulped loudly, "Do you think Lydia is alright?"
Sawyer turned her gaze to him, "I thought you didn't care what happened to her?"
"Look just because we broke up doesn't mean I don't care for her," He frowned, "We were together for a long time, you can't be with someone like that without caring for them."
He was right. Even though he was an asshole and made Lydia feel like shit, Sawyer could see that Jackson still did care for her. "I don't know," She answered honestly, "Peter bit her, but she reacted badly to it."
"Derek told me before…" he trailed off while his eyes became glassy, "He told me that sometimes the bite can kill someone."
Sawyer shook her head. Nope, no, no, absolutely not. That was not a thought she would ever entertain, "She won't die," She whispered harshly, "She's Lydia Fucking Martin, she can't just die. Not like that. Not until she has at least one grey hair."
Jackson shook his head, "One grey hair?" He asked with a hint of humor.
"At least one." She reassured him.
The car door was flung open and Sawyer watched as Jackson was yanked out of the jeep by Peter. Jackson let out a high-pitched yelp and looked practically terrified while staring at the smiling Peter. "Jackson, Stiles, I believe our time is up. Now, while it's been nice, I think it's time for some father-daughter time."
Allison doesn't think there will ever be a more awkward situation than driving home with her father after witnessing him almost murder her werewolf boyfriend. It was silent in the car and neither of them knew what to say. She could tell her father wanted to say something because of the multiple times that he had opened his mouth to speak. He quickly shut it and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his blue eyes staring forward, glaring at the road ahead.
Though her father never said anything, she could practically hear the question that hung in the air. She hadn't reacted normally, hadn't been fazed by what she saw, which could only really mean one thing. Allison was thankful that her father was glaring at the road rather than her, she never had been able to handle the look of disappointment he gave her.
Her father surprised her by pulling off the side of the road. He rolled the window down and motioned for the cars that had been following them to go on ahead. Rolling the window back up, her father put on his hazards and sighed deeply.
Uh oh. Allison knew that sigh. It was the disappointing dad's sigh. And Allison knew then that she was in for it.
"How long?" Her father asked her. It was a vague question but Allison knew what he had been implying.
How long have you known? "The night of the lacrosse game," She rested her head against the window, hoping it would cool her down, "You and Kate, you both had been acting weird. I snuck down into your office hoping to find some answers."
Her father closed his eyes, "Kate came back that night, she thought I was the one to turn her in."
"Were you?" She asked curiously.
"No," He paused, "You were under the desk."
Allison nodded, "I thought our family was in the mafia, or spies, or something like that. I wanted answers and I knew that you wouldn't tell me anything and I didn't know how much mom knew, so I went to Kate." She shook her head, "She told me the truth about everything."
There was a pregnant pause. "And?" Her father asked apprehensively.
Allison pursed her lips, "And she's fucking psychotic," She shrugged, "There's not much to say about it other than that."
Her father looked ready to bang his head against the steering wheel, "I know it sounds like some sort of fairytale, but Allison, it's true, all of it; werewolves, witches, banshee's, all the legends are true."
Allison turned and gave her father an incredulous look, "Yeah, no, I got that." She snapped, "The werewolf part is not the thing I'm struggling with. It's the fact that our family, yourself included, are a bunch of murders."
"We're not murders, Allison." Her father said sternly.
"Then what should I call you?" She spat back harshly; she didn't miss the way that he flinched at her words. A tiny part of her felt bad for making him flinch, but she was also way too mad to care about that. "Do you prefer serial killers or hitmen instead?"
"Neither, preferably."
"It was a rhetorical question!" She yelled in annoyance. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temple trying to force herself to calm down. "Look," She said after a long sigh, "We can talk about our family murderous tendencies later. How about, for now, you call off this hunt on my boyfriend and my friend."
It was her father's turn to sigh deeply, "Allison I can't do that. There's an order to all of this, a code."
"Fine," She grumbled and gazed outside the window, "Then we have nothing else to talk about."
Her father let out an exasperated sigh and waved his hands in defeat, "Alright, then," He started the car back up and they started their way back home, "I just want you to know that I never intended for you to find out this way."
She was going to respond but fought against it. Anything she said now she knew that she was going to regret later. She was angry and when she was angry, she said stuff that she didn't particularly mean; she said stuff that was meant to hurt the intended person. As they pulled into their driveway, Allison threw open the door and marched into the house, bypassing her mother and ignoring her father's shouts, and entered her bedroom.
She let a few tears stream down her face before forcing herself to stop. As she wiped them away, she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Kate.
Meet me in 20 minutes, park a block away from the house- Allison
Forcing her disgust, anger, and all-around emotions down Allison refocused herself. After all, she still had a boyfriend to save.
Peter had let Stiles and Jackson go after he had gotten what he wanted from them. Sawyer would have gone with them had it not been for the pull in her stomach that was practically forcing her to stay with Peter. Maybe it was an Alpha and Beta thing, or maybe it was a father-daughter thing, but Sawyer could not leave him for the life of her. Which left her in an awkward position as they drove around Beacons Hills looking for Derek.
"I offered to turn him," Peter said interrupting her beautiful silence.
"What?" Sawyer asked as she turned her head away from the window to look at him.
"Stiles, I offered to turn him." That made her blood pressure spike, something that Peter had picked up on, "Oh, he said no."
She relaxed a little, something about Stiles remaining human made her heart sore. "Good," She said bluntly. A thought then entered her mind and she bit her lip as she was afraid to voice it out loud, "Did you ever offer to turn my mother?"
Peter's eyes, while focusing on the road ahead, seem to drift far away, "No," he spoke softly, "I never did. I had thought about it, early in the relationship, but the more time I spent with her the more I realized that it wasn't for her."
Her face fell. It was sad to think about a time where her mother was happy and didn't have a chronic look of sadness in her eyes. It hurt to think that she had a family that she loved very much and would do anything to protect. To think that she, Sawyer, also had a family that she had loved and who loved her.
Peter must have noticed her sullen expression because soon he was speaking again, "I still do love your mother, Sawyer, very much."
"Clearly," She scoffed.
She could practically feel Peter's eye roll, "One day you'll understand, love, is very complicated and comes in many different forms."
"I don't think I want to know your definition of love." She mumbled and shook her head, "Besides I don't want to talk about this with you of all people. Let's just find Derek, do whatever you're going to do with him, and part ways."
He chuckled as if she had said something funny. Sawyer looked at him like he was crazy. Nothing she had said was funny and her tone certainly didn't hold and mirth to it. At this point, she was pretty sure that Peter had some sort of inside joke that only he knew about it.
"What?" She asked, "What's the joke."
"Nothing," he shrugged his shoulders and continued chuckling, "It's just, you remind me of a, well, younger me."
"Great," She said sarcastically, "So you're what I have to look forward too when I'm older?"
"No," He said, "Younger me was very different from me now."
She quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms across her chest, "How so?"
"Well, for one, I wasn't nearly as organized," he began, "I was chaotic, never had a plan for anything, and I was also the mischievous one as well. But just because I wasn't organized doesn't mean I wasn't sly or cunning. I knew when to speak and when not to, it was something I learned from my mother so long ago."
The last sentence is what sparked her interest. Her paternal grandmother was something of a mystery to her. Her mother had never mentioned her, for obvious reasons, and she and Peter had never had the chance to talk about her. Even with her newly restored memories, her paternal grandmother was not someone she could put a face to.
"What was she like?" She asked softly, "My grandmother. I don't remember ever meeting her."
His hands tightened on the wheel, "That's because you never did. She died long before you were even born." He paused, "She would have loved you, you know. She would've spoiled you rotten; Giving you candy before bedtime, staying up late, letting you watch a movie your mom and I wouldn't have approved of." Sawyer heard the strain in Peter's voice, the slight crack as he continued, "You're named after her you know. Well, your middle name at least, it was your mom's idea and I wasn't going to say no."
Sawyer felt her heart sank. Peter might be good at masking his emotions and true intentions as well as have odd notions of love, but there was no denying the fact that Peter had loved his mother. Her death must have affected him greatly, Sawyer came to realize, she must have been the one person who loved Peter in all of his incarnations. She loved him as any mother would love their child: completely and unconditionally.
"What happened to her?" She asked in a low voice, fearing how he would react next.
"She was killed by some hunters." He growled, "She had done nothing wrong and they had just killed her."
"I'm sorry," She gulped, "she seemed like a lovely person."
"She was," He cleared his throat as he pulled into a gas station, "There's a change of clothes in the backseat. Go ahead and change, I'll wait out here for you."
"Aren't you worried I'll run away?"
He shook his head, "You won't," He said as a fact, "Now hurry up, I want to get to Derek before the Argents do."
Scott didn't know how it happened, but he ended up at the top of a clearing in the Beacon Hills preserve. He knew exactly where it was; it was the top of a cliff that overlooked the entire town at the edge of the woods. He had only come here a handful of times, and for whatever reason, he came here while in his werewolf form.
He screamed as he shifted back into human form. It wasn't from the pain of the transformation that hurt, no, it wasn't even from the fire he felt burning his legs from running so long. No, the pain came from the look Allison had given him when she saw that he was a werewolf. The look of devastation, horror, and disgust. He never thought that one look could hurt a person so much. Scott would gladly receive a hundred bullets to the chest if it meant never seeing that look on Allison's face again.
He sniffed and let the tears fall freely as he lied in the dirt, unsure of what to do next. He couldn't just go back into town, not with the Argents there. The school wasn't safe, his house was no doubt under the watch of the Argents, and his mom was probably worried sick. He had no one to call as his phone was still missing, and it wasn't like the woods were much safer either with Kate and Peter still running amuck. He had nowhere to go and no one to call. God, he felt so utterly alone.
The sound of a branch snapping caught his attention, and Scott lifted his head to see who was there. All of his senses became alert again and he could already feel himself shifting again. "Relax," He heard Derek's voice call out, god he never thought he would be so happy to hear him speak again, "It's just me."
"Derek?" Scott asked in the form of a question and got to his feet, "You're alive?" He said incredulously.
Derek smirked, an odd sight for Scott, "Great to know you think so highly of me." He then rolled his eyes and Scott was taken aback by how much he looked like Sawyer just then. He could see it now, with Derek being up close to him, the similarities between the two. The high cheekbones, arched brows, the smirk, even the over-exaggeration of their eye rolls were similar. Scott almost wanted to beat himself over the head with not seeing it before.
Scott furrowed his brow, "I thought Kate had gotten to you?" He asked, remembering back to the other night where he vaguely remembers leaving him behind.
"She did, but, I escaped," He didn't elaborate anymore even as he moved closer to Scott, "Now, are you going to help me take down Peter, or do you want to talk about your feelings first?" He snarked sarcastically, obviously making fun of the tears on his face.
Scott puffed out his chest, "There's nothing wrong with having feelings and showing them, Derek," He huffed back angrily.
Derek shook his head and rolled his eyes, "Whatever," He waved a dismissive hand through the air, "Are you helping me or not."
"Of course, I'm going to help you," He paused, "But I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for Sawyer, and Stiles, Lydia, Cassidy, Ms. Rhodes, hell even Jackson at this point!" He yelled, "I'm going to help you because it's the right thing to do Derek, not because I want too, or want more power; I'm helping you because if I don't more people will get hurt."
Derek wasn't too happy with his response given the angry look on his face, but he seemed to accept it. "Let's get this over with then." He spat out.
It was Jackson who had told her what had happened. He left a voicemail on her phone while she had been making some brownies in the kitchen. When she listened to his stumbling explanation of the events, Blake swore she saw red. She had broken the egg that was in her hand, the white of the shells fell into the batter, the yoke ran down her hand causing it to become slimy.
What was it about her family and always somehow getting into trouble? Cassidy with the police, Sawyer with werewolves, and her with her memories. Was she and her family cursed or something? Did she piss off some deity or higher power in which they thought it was fun to piss all over her family? Because this was getting hand at this point. Blake was pretty sure that if she looked in the mirror, she would be able to spot a grey hair as well.
"Cassidy!" She yelled as she scrubbed furiously at her slimed hand. She was growling at her hand as if had offended her someway. The scrubbing was helping with the anger, she just wished that it wasn't be taken out on herself.
"Yeah, mom?" She heard Cassidy asked from behind her. Blake violently threw the sponge she had been using into the sink and whirled around. She felt hot and anger was pulsing through her veins; her heart was beating rapidly and she felt like screaming at everything in front of her. Unfortunately, that thing in front of her was her son. "Wow," He said with his brown eyes wide, "You're pissed."
Blake held up a finger in front of her and she noticed that it was shaking violently with rage. She was huffing so hard and loudly that she sounded like she had just run a marathon. She bit was biting the inside of her cheek so hard that she could practically taste her blood.
She opened her mouth and closed it multiple times trying to think of something to say but nothing that she wanted to stay was appropriate for her son. Finally, knowing know words could physically encompass the anger she was feeling, Blake let out a screech that was close to a what a pterodactyl probably sounded like.
As she screeched, Blake fell to her knees and gripped clumps of her hair causing it to become a tangled mess. She could hear Ozzy barking at her in the background, but she paid no attention to it. Her eyes were now level with Cassidy's shins; she absently thought of how Cassidy needed a new pair of shoes.
"Oh," Cassidy said, "So you're that mad." It was a statement more than a question.
It was a weird way to cope, true, but it was her way to cope. See, Blake had stages to her anger, four to be precise. In this particular order; passive-aggressiveness, snarky comments, throwing objects, and then her final stage: screeching. Her rage and anger would become so much that no word in the English language could help articulate what she was feeling. When she yelled, it was loud, and could probably make someone's ears bleed.
After a couple of seconds, Blake had stopped her screeching, and moved into her deep breathing, trying to calm herself down. She panted as she brought herself to her hands and knees, staring at her hard-wooden floor. "By that reaction, I'm going to safely assume that something went wrong," Cassidy mumbled cautiously as if she was a snake ready to strike at any moment.
Blake looked up at her son through the tendrils of hair that had fallen in front of her face, "Yeah," she paused, "You could say that." Letting her head fall down like a defeated dog.
"Want to tell?"
She opened her mouth to speak but her words were cut off by the sound of the doorbell going off. Cassidy looked to her, silently asking what he should do. Blake shook her head wildly and put a finger to her mouth, telling him to remain quiet. Cassidy, thank god, didn't question her and scurried off to hide in the kitchen. The doorbell rang again, this time it sounded like someone was smashing the button repeatedly, followed by a pounding on the door.
"Blake," She heard the very recognizable gruff voice of Chris Argent yell through her door, "Blake, I know you're in there!" He pounded on the door and rang the bell again.
Both sighing in relief and annoyance, Blake shook her head and got up from her hands and knees. Though she knew it was Argent at the door, she couldn't tell if someone else was with him, so as silently as she could Blake tip-toed to the door. She looked through the peephole; yep that was Chris Argent alright, and he looked to be alone and somewhat in a hurry. Going over all the pros and cons in her head, Blake finally decided to open the door to him.
"Finally," Was her friendly welcome from him, "I was just about ready to break down the door."
Blake huffed, "Well, I'm glad you didn't." Chris pushed past her and entered her home, "Please, Chris, do come in." She said sarcastically, glaring at the older man. "I didn't open the door because I didn't know if you were here to kill my daughter or not."
Argent's face changed. It softened slightly and something close to guilt entered his vivid blue eyes, "I wouldn't hurt her, you know that."
"I know you wouldn't, but what about everyone else? What about that psychotic sister of yours?" She pointed out.
He winced slightly at the mention of his sister, "That's actually why I'm here," He confessed, "Kate's completely lost it."
"That's it?" She asked bitterly, "You came all the way here to tell me something that I've known for about sixteen years?" It didn't escape her notice that Argent made a fist with his hand and seemed to put a lot of strength into holding himself back from lashing out.
"I didn't come here to warn you, or to come for a scolding," He spat, "I came here to ask for your help."
"Excuse me!" She exclaimed in disbelief.
Argent seemed to bite the inside of his cheek, "I can't go against Kate, you know that, and you won't go against Peter," He shrugged with indifference, "Why not switch?"
Blake furrowed her brow; was he being serious? Was he seriously asking her to point a loaded gun at his sister's head? If that was the case he was trying to make, then, where the hell did all this trust come from? Had Chris truly become this desperate that he's run to the only person in town that might be able to help him? From the pleading look that he was giving her, Blake was going to assume the answer to that question was a resounding yes.
Even if she did help him, it wasn't a guarantee that she would even shoot Kate. Blake hated the woman, but, she wasn't really sure if she would be able to kill her. Then she thought about Sawyer, Scott, and even Derek. She imagined Kate holding guns to their heads and pulling the trigger without a second thought. Those imaginary thoughts turned into memories as she remembered Luka, lying there on the wooden floor, his blood staining the color of it, as life fled from his eyes.
"I'm not an executioner," She finally said, her voice hard as steel, "If I'm going to kill Kate, it's not going to be because you don't have the balls to take out your own sister."
"I'm not asking you to kill her," He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "But if it does come to that I need to know that somebody will be there to stop her."
Blake nodded her head, "Alright," She walked towards him and lowered her voice so Cassidy wouldn't hear the next part, "But Argent, if she goes for Sawyer or any of her friends, then I will shoot her and make sure that she won't have the ability to shoot back." Luke flashed before her eyes again and Blake could hear the cries of Sawyer faintly in the background.
Argent nodded his head, the implication clear, "Good to know. The same goes for Peter, though. I'm not shooting to stun, Blake."
She fought the tears from her eyes. The time for delusion was over and now she had to face the facts. The man she loved was gone, and after tonight, there was no chance of him ever coming back. Sawyer would never have a father after tonight. No father to help her with complicated homework, or to teach her how to drive a car. No father that would take her to prom, see her graduate, no father to walk her down the aisle. After tonight Peter would be gone for good and any chance of fully filling the emptiness in her heart would be gone.
"I know," She confessed and quickly wiped the tears from her face, "I know."
Stiles walked as fast as he could down the hospital halls with Jackson trailing behind him. His dad had just yelled at him in front of everybody, Sawyer was with Peter, Scott was missing, Derek was missing, Lydia was seriously injured, and oh yeah, Jackson wouldn't leave him alone! Ever since Peter had oh so kindly let them go, Stiles and Jackson had both silently agreed that the hospital was the first place that they would go. They both cared about Lydia, each in their own unique ways, and both of them wanted to see for themselves how badly she was injured.
Now that he had, though, a part of Stiles secretly wished that he hadn't. He had never seen Lydia look so…small and vulnerable before. When he thought of Lydia Martin, he didn't think of someone lying still in a hospital bed, with nurses and doctors fretting over her. No, he thought of the girl who straight up made a Molotov cocktail, who was Sawyer's friend, who was smarter than probably Einstein.
But seeing her there, being so still and silent, and not Lydia Martin, Stiles couldn't help but feel his heart sink. Peter didn't have to hurt Lydia, she had nothing to do with any of them, he only hurt her because he knew that hurting Lydia would hurt them.
"So," Jackson asked as he finally caught up to him, "What now?"
"I don't know," Stiles spat back and quickened his pace in hope that Jackson would stop following him.
"Well, where are you going?"
"To find Scott," He bit back and grounded his teeth from saying anything more. Jackson was getting on his nerves and Stiles felt a slight rage creeping up.
"But, you don't have a car." He pointed out, referencing to just fifteen minutes earlier when his father had confiscated his car keys along with yelling at him in front of the whole hospital.
"I'm well aware of that, thank you."
"Here, I have a car, let me drive," Jackson offered along with a hand on his shoulder.
Maybe it was his nerves, or all the years of lacrosse training, or even all the torment that Jackson had put him and Scott through. But, the simple, kind, gesture of Jackson putting his hand on his shoulder, as if he was an old friend, sent Stiles over the edge. Turning around with speed that could rival Scott, Stiles shoved Jackson up against the nearest wall and pressed his elbow against his windpipe. Hard.
"Look, just because you feel guilty all the sudden does make everything okay." Venom laced his voice and if words could cut then Jackson would have plenty of wounds.
Jackson blinked rapidly and didn't even try fighting back, "I just want to help," He said weakly.
Stiles backed off and released Jackson from his hold, "Half of this is your fault, you know that, right?"
Jackson started fixing his jacket and Stiles could see his hands shaking slightly, "Look," He said finally, giving Stiles a hard look, "I have a car, you don't, so let me help."
Stiles narrowed his eyes motioned to Jackson's coat pocket, "You mean the Porsche?"
Jackson reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the keys, "Yeah, it's still at the school, so we have to go get it, but that won't take long."
Stiles hated that he had to team up with Jackson again, but, damn it, his friends needed him and well…The enemy of my enemy is your friend, right? Turning they, both started walking towards the elevators with a new destination in mind.
They hadn't even made it two steps before they ran into their first problem.
"Boys," Chris Argent greeted them kindly, yet his eyes did not reflect that kindness. "I was hoping either of you could tell me where Scott McCall is?" Chris was flanked by even two less friendly looking men. If hadn't been for the fact that Stiles had already faced Peter and Derek a couple of times, he would have run screaming. However, Stiles stood his ground and did his best to try and make himself look more intimidating.
"Scott?" He said as a question, his voice only quivering slightly, "Haven't seen him since the dance." Jackson shook his head as if to back him up with the answer.
It was a lie and Stiles knew, that Mr. Argent knew, that it was a lie. He smiled, which made Stiles feel uneasy, and nodded his head, "Okay." He said simply.
The two men that had been flanking him moved forward and Stiles groaned, "Oh for the love of God," He mumbled before one of the mean-looking men grabbed him and dragged him into a spare room. Jackson had been given the same treatment and together they landed on a gurney.
"Now," Mr. Argent while closing the door and turning on the lights, "Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?"
Peter ended up taking her back to the Hale House, because, of course, it would all end here. She will give Peter this, the man had a flair for the dramatics. Theatrics aside, Sawyer wondered how it was possible for a burnt down house left to the elements for over half a decade, to look even worse than it already had? Her question was answered as one of her hands skimmed over one of the many bullet holes in the wall. Honestly, she was just surprised the house was still standing at this point. Maybe there was some sort of magic that kept it up, or maybe the Hales just had really could contractors.
Still, there was some part of her that felt sad seeing it this way, after all this house was still apart of her history. She can remember running around with Cora, playing hide and go seek, her aunt Talia in her study, talking seriously with other adults. Laura was always in the living room reading a new book, Derek would be outside playing basketball with his other cousins, and there was a kind man who looked so much like Cora. He cooked for them, entertained them, and told them stories, though he was a werewolf he seemed the most human out of all of them. Luka, she remembers Derek telling her, my father's name is… was Luka.
"He's not here," She heard Peter say in frustration, knocking her out of her thoughts, "I don't understand, it says his phone is here, but I can't sense him anywhere!" There was the sound of something smashing and she cringed thinking about what poor object Peter had taken his rage out on.
"Maybe it is still here," She suggested and walked towards his general area, "He could have left his phone here from the other night."
Though his back was to her, Sawyer could feel the frustration rolling off of Peter's entire being. "No matters," He muttered and turned around to face her, "He'll come back here eventually, so will just wait for him then."
As Peter sat down in the burnt ruins of one of the chairs, Sawyer couldn't help but feel like this night was only going to get worse, really worse. She knew that what the plan was with Peter and that after tonight she would no longer have a living father. Her dreams and hopes of ever do anything with him would go out the window, and she was a co-conspirator of that plan. A part of her felt bad, a big part of her, but she knew that this was what had to happen. She had made sacrifices before in her life, one more wouldn't hurt her.
Still…
"What exactly do you think will happen?" She asked, stepping a bit closer to Peter, "Tonight, that is. I mean I know you want to kill Kate, and at this point, I don't know anyone who doesn't, but the endgame? What's your big plan?"
Peter gave her a confused look, "I thought it was obvious," He told her. Sawyer shook her head and gave him a sad look, hoping that he would reveal some big scheme to her. "I just want our family back together again. After Kate is gone, and the Argents dealt with, you, your mother, and your brother, and I can all be a family." He smiled, "I can have a pack again, a real one."
Oh, that tugged on her heartstrings. The slight crack in his voice, the genuine smile, the flash of hope that sparked in his eyes when talking about his plans. "What about Derek?" She asked uncertainly, "Isn't he apart of your pack?"
Peter stopped at that, he narrowed his eyes and looked as if he was thinking of something. "Sawyer," His voice shifted back into what she was now calling his 'villain voice'. "Tell me, has Derek told you how you become an Alpha?"
She swallowed, "No, Derek hasn't really told me much when it comes to werewolves," She said nervously, "To be fair, though, he has been a bit preoccupied."
Peter smirked, "The only way for someone to become an Alpha, is to kill them and absorb their power."
Sawyer blanched. Well, that would have been good information to know when they had been plotting his death. Well, really, it was Derek who had told her that Peter needed to die because he was a threat. Derek was the one that had insisted on it really? He was insistent that the Argents couldn't be the one to kill the Alpha because it would put all of them in danger. And, Sawyer believed him about wanting to kill the Alpha out of revenge for his sister, but was that the only reason? If Derek was the one to kill Peter, then, he would become to next Alpha.
Had Derek always intended to become the next Alpha? If so, why not tell her, why couldn't he trust her with that information?
Even without his werewolf abilities, Scott would have been able to hear Derek's panting from miles away. It was so bad that Scott even thought about offering up an inhaler, though that thought was quickly squashed when he realized that he no longer carried an inhaler with him.
As he spotted the Hale House, Scott nearly cried in relief, just a few more steps and they would be there, and then everything would finally be over with. No more Peter, no more Alpha, and him and Allison could hopefully talk through everything.
"Hey," Derek called out from behind him, "Hold on."
Scott paused and turned back to him, "What, what's wrong?"
Derek leaned up against a tree, "Something doesn't feel right, all of this just seems too…"
"Don't say 'too easy'!" Scott yelled, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence, "Every time someone says that in a movie, something bad always happens."
Derek rolled his eyes, but winced and clutched at his side as he did so. He seemed to be healing from whatever Kate had done to him. "Look," Scott said taking a step towards the older werewolf, "None of this has been easy, for any of us, so stop trying to make the first thing that goes right for us a bad thing!" Scott had not realized he was yelling until the end of his sentence.
"Alright, fine," Derek relented and pushed himself off of the tree. However, his movements were quickly stopped by a quick thwack and an arrow protruding from his shoulder. Scott widened his eyes in shock and looked to see where the arrow had come from.
He immediately wished he hadn't when he saw the figures of Allison and Kate Argent, the former already loading another arrow and pointing it at him.
Allison silently hopped that Derek wouldn't hold it against her for shooting him with an arrow. It would have been too suspicious if she hadn't done it with Kate there. She had already jumped through hoops with convincing her that Derek had overpowered her to escape. It was only fitting that she would want to get revenge on him for it. She's just glad that it was too dark out for Kate to realize that Allison had made a non-fatal shot to the shoulder. From a distance, an untrained eye could be confused and think that she had made a fatal chest shot, but Allison was no untrained and she knew exactly where she had hit.
It was only when Kate muttered for her to shoot Scott, does she pause and waver on her aim. She hesitated and when she released her arrow it landed only a few inches from Scott, but ultimately, missed its target. Kate was testing her loyalty and dedication, Allison presumed, if she could shoot Scott, her boyfriend, then nothing could hold her back. But it was different with Scott then it had been with Derek. Derek hadn't been with her for multiple weeks, Derek didn't make her feel mushy inside, Derek wasn't her boyfriend!
She could tell that Kate was mad that she had missed, the slight narrowing of her eyes, and the almost predator like gaze in her eyes as she looked at Scott. It made Allison's stomach grow uneasy and she knew that if she didn't do anything soon, something really bad was going to happen to someone she cared about.
Scott, being the person that he is, stayed put instead of running towards the ruined house that once belonged to the Hales. A house, Allison came to realize, that was now in ruins because of her aunt and her family. The ball of guilt that had been growing in her stomach, ever since she realized her family was a bunch of killers, grew even more.
"Flash bolt!" Kate yelled and Allison knew that she couldn't miss this time, it would make her aunt to suspicious.
Knocking the specialized arrow, Allison aimed for the tree that was nearest to both Scott and Derek, and let the arrow fly. The arrow hit its mark and let out a blinding light that even made her human eyes hurt. She watched as Scott become disoriented and Derek, who had been groaning in pain, was now groaning even louder. Despite his pain, she watched as Derek managed to get to his feet and grab Scott by his collar, practically dragging both of them towards the house.
It must have been too much for him, though, because soon Derek had dropped Scott to the ground and rolled over, withering in pain. "Natural talent," Her aunt whispered to her, and Allison had to suppress the urge to vomit. The last thing she wanted to hear was how good she was at murdering someone.
Kate began walking towards the two and Allison soon followed. Scott began to stutter out some half-hearted apology but right now the best thing he could do was just shut up. "Be quiet, Scott," She hissed to him, "For once in your life, just shut up and be quiet." It pained her to see the hurt in his eyes but she knew that if he kept going Kate just might finish him off herself. Him being quiet would buy her some more time.
"Alright, now that they're down it's time to get rid of them." Kate exclaimed happily
Or not.
Without hesitation Kate took the gun she was holding and shot Derek like it was nothing. Allison had to suppress a shout because Derek was apart of her plan. However, now looking at his motionless body, she's starting to think that she's on her own with Kate.
"What the hell, Kate!" She yelled at her aunt, "This wasn't the plan!"
Her aunt shrugged nonchalantly, "Plans change," Her eyes then narrowed at her, "Oh, no, I know that look. It's the 'I guess I'll have to do it myself look'."
Kate held the gun up to Scott and Allison tried to push her away from him but Kate was too strong. She was shoved to the ground and she looked on in horror as her aunt was about to kill her boyfriend. Allison wanted to close her eyes, look away, anything to not look at what was about to happen, but she couldn't. There was something inside of her, some sick part of her, that wouldn't let her look away from what was about to happen.
Allison held her breath as she heard a gunshot echo through the forest.
So, it turns out, there was a little more to shooting a gun then just 'point and shoot'. Blake concluded this when she missed Kate and, instead, shot the tree about ten feet behind her. No matters, she got Kate's attention and that's what her goal had been ultimately. "Kate," Argent said to his sister, "It's over. Stop what you're doing and turn yourself in."
Kate rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Are you kidding me right now," She asked with a mix of anger and disbelief, "Oh, all people to be lecturing me." She said more to herself than anybody else.
"You've killed innocent people, Kate!" Argent yelled talking a step closer and Blake followed, "There were humans in that house that night."
Kate tightened her aim on Scott, "I was only doing what I was told!" She yelled back.
"No one told you to do this," Blake said, still holding up the gun that Argent had given her, "You have no proof that Scott's spilled human blood. I thought you hunters had a code?"
Argent then said something in French, and Blake would not be able to repeat it for the life of her, but she knew that it was their code. We hunt those who hunt us. It was a bit morbid if you asked her, and did really give any wiggle room for the werewolves. Honestly, if you asked her, it was like the Argents were asking for the werewolves to hunt them down.
"Put the gun down, Kate," Argent commanded calmly
Kate looked deep in thought for a moment and relaxed her hand as if she was thinking about listening to her brother. Blake tensed as she watched so many emotions flash across Kate's face, however, there was something there that Blake didn't trust. Kate was a master of manipulation, and she wouldn't just give up this easily on a chance to take out all the Hales. Kate's next words confirmed Blake's next actions.
"Fuck the code." Kate said simply, finger curling around the trigger.
Despite Kate being the better marksman, Blake pulled the trigger faster. Her eyes rang from the gunshot and she watched as Kate dropped her gun to ground because of the bullet hole in her forearm. She screamed in pain and looked absolutely murderous towards Blake. She was panting and cradled her arm towards her chest. "You fucking shot me," Kate spat out in disbelief.
Blake dropped her gun to the ground and muttered, "Oh, it's a through and through, you'll be fine." She rushed over towards Scott and held out a hand to help him up, which he gladly accepted. "Are you alright?" She asked in concern.
He nodded his head, "Yeah, I'm fine, but I don't think Derek is." He motioned his head over to where the older boy laid. It was true, he had an arrow sticking out of him and she was pretty sure that Kate shot him.
"He's had worse," Blake assured him. It was a terrible thing to say, but also completely and utterly true. If the boy could survive being skewered in half by an Alpha, surely, he could cope with an arrow and a gunshot. "Sawyer?" She asked Scott.
"I don't know." Scott told her and she deflated. She had to be here, she just had to be.
Another shot ran out and Blake felt a searing pain in her side. She placed a hand to her side and brought it back up to see that it was covered in blood. Her blood, she realized, she was bleeding, and badly by the looks of it. Suddenly, her legs were about to give out and if it wasn't for Scott, then she would have fallen to the ground.
Her ears were ringing and black spots started appearing at the edges of her eyes. The taste of iron invaded her mouth and she found that it was becoming harder to breathe. Looking over, she saw that Kate still had her gun trained on her, "Did I mention I'm ambidextrous?"
Blake would have responded had it not been for the fact that she gave into the darkness.
Ah, she had never much been afraid of Death.
Sawyer stood in stunned silence looking out the window, tears running down her face, as her mother laid on the ground motionless. "No," She stuttered out and shook her head furiously, "No, no, no no no no," It seemed that 'no' was now the only word that she knew.
She began shaking with rage; rage that had been lying deep within her was now clawing its way to the surface. The wolf inside of her wanted to unleash itself and leave no survivors in its path. Her eyes glowed bright yellow, her claws extended and dug into the palms on her hands, hoping the pain would bring back her human side. The pain didn't help, no, it only made it worse and Sawyer wanted the taste of blood, specifically Kate Argent's blood.
Not even bothering to look at Peter, Sawyer bolted through the door and lunged for Kate. The two of them rolled for a moment before Sawyer had fought her way to be on top of Kate. She straddled the older woman and dug her claws deep into her arms. Kate cried out in pain, trying to fight back, but Sawyer was stronger and she felt joy at seeing blood pour out from the older woman. She opened her mouth, fangs fully extended and was ready to bite Kate's throat
However, her plans were rudely stopped by someone dragging her away. One deep inhale in told her who it was right away. Nothing could mask the scent of gunpowder and cedar of Chris Argent.
She fought back against him, kicked and howled with anger, but he would not let her go. Sawyer even went as far as plunging her claws into his hands, hoping it would loosen his grip. All that earned her was a grunt of pain and his hold only tightening on her. Argent pulled her back to his chest and held on to her tightly. "I know," He grumbled into her ear, his pain clear as day in his voice, "I know it hurts, but you can't kill her because then I would have to kill you. Then Cassidy would have nobody, and is that what you want for your little brother?"
Cassidy. His name and the possibility of him being left alone had made her stop struggling against Argent. She could see it now; her brother being told by Sheriff Stilinski that their mother had been shot, that Sawyer was killed. He would be sent to live in a group home or a foster home. He would think that they had left him behind! She would never leave him behind. No, not him.
Sawyer could feel her claws retract, as well as her fangs, and Argent sighed in relief as her hands fell to her side. Once back into her human form, Sawyer whirled around and started crying into Argent's jacket. She grasped his jacket and let out a sob that she had never let out before, one that was truly heartbreaking.
She could feel Argent trying to calm her down, and reassure her as any father would do for a child. Father. Oh, oh no. Sawyer pulled back and looked up at Argent, her eyes wide in horror. The front door to the house creaked opened and the roar of the Alpha followed.
"Peter." She whispered out.
He was too quick for any of them to see. He knocked Allison to the ground first, then Scott, Argent was ripped from her and flew back several feet, and Sawyer landed on the ground harshly. Kate was the only one that was left. She grabbed the gun and staggered to her feet, waving it around wildly, "Come on!" She yelled, whirling around trying to find Peter.
Sawyer watched as Peter gripped her good arm with one hand and her neck with the other. His face was blank, void of any emotions, and Sawyer had never been more fearful of her father until now. "You know, I was just going to kill you," He said calmly and tightened the grip around her neck, "But now I'm going to make you suffer." He then flung Kate towards the house and Sawyer cringed as she watched her landed already halfway into the house.
Peter walked towards Kate calmly, like nothing else at that moment could touch him, perhaps nothing could, and he took her by the hair and dragged her into the house. She could hear Kate's protests, and she knew she should hate it, but as she looked at her mother, Sawyer got a sick pleasure at hearing Kate scream.
Her mother! Sawyer got to her feet and rushed over to her, kneeling down and putting a hand on her side. Scott had taken his jacket off and pushed it into her side, trying to stop the bleeding, but the blood was still seeping through. She could still hear her mother's pulse, and Sawyer nearly cried over that fact; her mother was still alive.
"Allison?" She heard Scott ask out loud and Sawyer looked up, trying to find the dark-haired girl. She frowned when she wasn't in sight, "Allison!" Scott cried out again. Her bow was missing and Sawyer felt her stomach sink as she realized where the other girl must have gone.
She had used everyone's moments of disorientation to grab her bow and rush into the house. Allison didn't exactly have a plan, but she wasn't going to wait around for everyone to collect themselves together.
She barged into the house and was met with the sight of Peter holding Kate close, his hand wrapped around her neck. Allison swallowed the lump in her throat, ignored the tears coming to the surface, and held up her bow and drawing back her last arrow.
"My, my, my, Kate she is beautiful," Peter's jaw ticked, "And I might just spare her if you apologize." His voice cracked, "If you apologize for decimating my family, for shooting Blake, for trying to kill my daughter."
Kate would never apologize, Allison knew that Kate knew that, and Peter knew that. She was too proud of what she had done to ever apologize. Noticing an opening, Allison aimed her arrow for Peter's shoulder and was about to release it, but didn't when something stopped her.
Allison looked to Kate, really looked at her. She was afraid and fearing for her life, but there was something almost…inhuman behind her eyes. Kate was inches from death but she was still smiling as if she had won. She shot Ms. Rhodes, put a target on Sawyer's back; she had managed to take away what little Peter had left in the world.
But she was still aunt Kate.
"Kate," Allison pleaded harshly, "Apologize."
Kate spat out blood, "No," She snarled, "I won't apologize for hunting down those beasts."
She narrowed her eyes at her target and took a deep breath. She pulled her arrow taunt and uttered the words her father had said only ten minutes before. She released the arrow and watched as it hit its mark with deadly accuracy.
There was a moment of stunned silence as time stood still for the three of them. Allison lowered her bow and her lips quivered as Kate became slack in Peter's arms with an arrow sticking out of her chest. When Peter had realized what she had done, he roared in anguish slashing his claws against her neck, throwing her limp body to the ground.
"Now," Peter panted in anger, "That wasn't very nice."
He began walking towards her and Allison started to panic. He was faster than her, stronger than her, and probably wanted to rip her to shreds. When her back hit the fire-damaged wall, she closed her eyes and readied herself to meet the same fate as her aunt.
However, those plans were cut short by a figure crashing through the window, jumping onto Peter's back, followed by two more charging towards him.
They attacked as a team to take down Peter, though Sawyer still wasn't exactly sure as to why Derek thought it would be best to jump through a window? Regardless of his plans, Derek had managed to momentarily surprise Peter, giving both her and Scott enough time to start attacking Peter. They worked well together and were winning for the most part, but that was only because Peter had been taken by surprise. They were only a certain amount of punches and kicks both she and Scott could inflict before Peter manages to overpower them.
And that time came too soon for her liking. As Peter had thrown Derek from his back and was now shifting into his Alpha form. Well, three betas against one really strong, pissed off, Alpha? Yeah, Sawyer didn't like those odds. "This isn't working," She said as she helped Scott up.
"Did we even really expect this to work?" Scott asked as he brushed some dust and debris off of his shirt.
"Will you two shut the hell up and help me out!" Derek growled from the floor, "I feel like I'm the only one who's taking any damage here!"
Scott shrugged and readied himself, "Well, here goes nothing." He then shifted back into his werewolf form and charged Peter. Peter, unsurprisingly, caught Scott, lifted him up by the neck, and yeeted him through the wall out onto the front lawn.
Sawyer couldn't help but feel bad for both Scott and the Hale house.
Knowing that Scott and Derek would take care of Peter, for now, Sawyer rushed over to a shaking Allison. "Hey," She knelt down to her level, "Are you alright?"
She nodded her head and blinked away some tears, "Yeah, I think so," She looked to her, "My dad," She started saying in a panic.
"He's outside, helping my mom." Sawyer told her and tried not to think about her dying mother in the hands of Chris Argent. "Kate?" She asked in uncertainty, as she had heard a roar coming from Peter before they ambushed him.
"She's dead," Allison said quickly and nodded to where her aunt's limp body now laid.
"Allison," Sawyer began.
"Don't," Allison pleaded with her with those wide brown eyes, "Please, don't."
Nodding her head in understanding, Sawyer held the older girl to her feet. "I have to go help them, stay in here until it's safe to come outside. Okay?"
Allison risked a glance towards Kate's body and then back at Sawyer, "Okay." She nodded her head vigorously, "Okay." Sawyer turned around to go help Scott and Derek when Allison stopped her, "And Sawyer," She called out, "I really am sorry."
Sawyer didn't need to ask her what she meant, because she already knew. She was apologizing for her family, for their actions, as well as hers, for their code, and for the fact that Peter also had to die. Though they were not close as she and Lydia were, the fact that both her and Allison would lose someone important to them tonight, was something they could bond over.
Readying herself for the chaos that laid outside, Sawyer ran out the front door ready to fight, only to stop and stare as Jackson's car pulled up. She watched as Stiles and Jackson climbed out of the car and were waving their arms widely in the air, trying to get Peter's attention away from Scott and Derek. It worked at Peter looked towards the two boys, letting Scott slip away.
Stiles threw something, a chemistry flask, towards Peter and then watched in horror as Peter caught it. "Ah, shit," She heard him mumble and Sawyer was guessing that was supposed to do something. Looking around her for anything that could be useful, she noticed the gun that her mother had dropped on the ground. Without thinking, Sawyer picked it up and shot it at the flask in Peter's hand, and winced at both the sound and the kickback of the gun. Her eyes widened in shock, and horror, as the bullet hit its target and Peter's whole arm erupted into flames.
Everyone around them stood in shock as they watched Peter try to extinguish the flame. She looked over to where Stiles and Jackson were and saw that Jackson was holding another flask, "Jackson!" She yelled out, "Throw it!" And like the lacrosse co-captain he was, Jackson threw the flask at Peter, causing him to burst into more flame.
Sawyer stood silently watching her father go up into flames. Soon, she was joined by Scott and Derek, then Jackson and Stiles, and finally Allison, who had come out of the house with her bow and arrow in hand. Together, the six of them stood in a line and watched on as Peter's Alpha form grew smaller and smaller until he transformed back into a human. Finally, while gasping for air, Peter crumbled to the ground.
It was Allison who recovered first; throwing her arms around Scott and hugging him as if she would never see him again. She cried as she cupped his hairy cheeks and pulled him forward into a kiss. Scott changed back into his human form and looked at Allison with utter confusion, "What was that for?" He asked her.
"Because I love you." She responded like it was a fact.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and Sawyer looked to see Derek walking forward, towards Peter. She followed him, not knowing why; perhaps she wanted to witness Derek becoming an Alpha or the betrayal of him lying to her about why he wanted to kill Peter. No matter the reason she followed him until she smelled the burnt flesh of Peter and stopped. She couldn't see him like this. She wouldn't. She didn't want her last memories of him to be of his burnt, dying, human form.
"Derek!" Scott called out and ran to where she was, "Wait! You told me that the cure comes from the person who bites you. If you kill him, then I'm dead, Sawyer's dead, and we're all screwed." It was quite the plea, Sawyer thought, but it wasn't enough.
"It doesn't matter, Scott," She spat out while glaring at Derek, "He's already made up his mind. He lied to you, and to me, about everything. This was never about getting revenge or stopping Peter, it was always about him becoming the Alpha."
"No," Scott stuttered, "Wait, no, that can't be right."
There was a pregnant pause. She watched as the muscles on Derek's back tightened and listened as he took a deep breath in and out. After a few more agonizing seconds, Derek lifted his claws into the air and brought them down. Sawyer squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head to the side, unable to look at her cousin. Her father was dead now, officially dead dead, and she had been helped see it through.
She thought it would be easier. Peter was mad with both anger and revenge, but it still hurt. It felt like someone had taken a dull butter knife and carved a giant hole into her chest. It was pain she had never experienced before, and it was pain that she never wanted to feel again. She wanted the anger back, she wanted to feel anything, anything but this pain.
The pain doubled in sizes when she forced her bloodshot eyes open and saw Derek staring back at her, his eyes no longer blue, but rather the blood-red of an Alpha.
He stared at them, all of them, and said "I'm the Alpha now."
"Do you think she'll be okay," Cassidy asked her as the looked at their unconscious mother.
Argent had driven her to the hospital after Pe….after everything was said and done. Stiles offered to drive her to her house so she could pick up Cassidy and go to the hospital together. She numbly took the offer and grabbed, Cassidy, who bombarded her with questions, to the hospital. From there she listened, not commenting, as the doctors told them everything.
The bullet had barely missed her lung but had missed anything important. The only real concern was the blood loss she had suffered, which was severe, to say the least. They had been packing her full of O negative blood for the past hour and a half.
"She'll be fine," She answered dully as she looked at her mother's pale form. The blood loss, making her skin even paler than it had been before, almost the color of paper. They had put oxygen around her nose, and Sawyer listened to her lungs carefully to make sure everything was still working. It was. "She'll be fine just like how Lydia will be fine. Soon they'll both wake up and we can all go back and act like none of the last two hours have happened."
Cassidy opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a knock on the door. Sawyer could have sighed in relief; Melissa McCall stood at the doorway with an empathetic look on her face. "Hey, so, I talked with the Sheriff and it looks like you two will be staying with Scott and I's until your mom can go home."
"Where is Scott?" Sawyer asked wanting to see the face of her friend.
"Oh, I think he went to make sure that Allison got home safely," She offered a reassuring smile to the both of them, "Look, I know this is terrible for the both of you, but, I promise that the doctors will take good care of her. Your mom is stronger, she'll make it through this, I know she will."
Oh, Sawyer had no doubt about that, she knows her mother will recover. She just doubts if she ever will.
Sawyer Rhodes will return in Scott McCall is a Deplorable Beta...